Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏𝟔. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

"Ugh, that's disgusting!"

Jisung cringes when Hyunjin casually smothers his face with scarlet blood.

"Are you crazy? I think that you are, you know?"

Hyunjin only retorts with a high pitched laugh, echoing in the dark street.

The two settle in the car after scrubbing off the blood layering their hands.

"I'll dump the body tomorrow, you don't need to worry."

"Fine. But be careful. Your boss, the old man has sent off Joseph back to us in a favor, BlackRose will look for him too,"

Hyunjin shrugs, hands circling over the steering as he pedals, nearby the BlackRose mansion.

Jisung waves Hyunjin off, as he fixes his hair under a black cap, pulling on the bill.

He slowly treads to the back of the mansion, hiking up using the pipes, anxiously.

He almost loses balance, gasping as he held secure with the other hand, heart in his mouth.

Once he was in front of his room's window, he unlatches it, pushing it to fall inside.

He gruffs out a long breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Ah, finally!"

He touches his neck, holding onto the pendant, unfastening it as he opens it to stare at his father's picture.

"I've done it, I've reached somewhere finally!"

Not wanting to awake and annoy people neighboring him, he showers and quietly huddles himself in his bed's comfort.

~•~

Morning came by quickly as he hears a ruckus, several screams and things being thrown about.

"SHUT UP! No one! No one should stop me! Or you're dead!"

He ruffles his messy hair, keenly yearning to see the results of his work.

The door is unlocked as he trudges out and his eyes open dead wide when he hears a smash of glass on the wall beside him.

"Ugh! Leave me!"

"You'll hurt someone, look Haejun almost did get hurt!"

Jisung shudders as his eyes make line with Minho's, as deadly and fierce as possible.

"Who killed Joseph?! Get on it right now, before I behead every single one of you!"

Changbin held onto the fuming Minho in a sturdy grip as he clenched his jaw ready to kill.

Everyone scurried away except for Jisung who stood still in his spot, face dulling.

"Was Joseph's body found?"

Changbin nods, leaving Minho who jerks the other off of him and marches to the meeting room.

"His body was found near Han river, supposedly by a passer by, who reported it."

"Oh." That was all  Jisung could say, scared of if he would be suspected.

Hyunjin, you bastard! Why didn't you dump him somewhere secluded?!

Changbin pats his back, in an apologetic condolence.

"He was a friend, wasn't he? He also introduced you to our group? I'm really sorry."

Jisung fakes a slight teary eyed smile, to appeal to Changbin who hugs him.

"Well what now? Do we have his body?"

"Yes, Minho talked the body out of the cops and the forensic team. We'll have it investigated by our own."

"Where is it now?......" Jisung purses his lips, wasn't that too unavoidably suspicious?

"Why?"

"Umm.....you know, just wanted to see him once, for the last time. He was a good friend of mine, before anyone, could I?"

"Really sorry, but Minho wouldn't allow a single soul near the body, also no one apart from Minho is aware where the body is."

Jisung silently troops along with the others ready to fly over the mountains, not wanting to die.

But he is christened, to his least expectations.

"Kim Haejun. Come with me, I have some work for you."

Both fear and relief dawn upon him, Minho doesn't know his real identity yet, but he is being dragged into this.

Changbin nods in his direction as he tails behind Minho to the training room.

As soon as he is across the doors, his back hits the wall beside the door.

He gasps as his eyes begin to widen at the tension stretching between him and his boss.

"Where were you last night?"

Jisung's body turns into ice under the spiteful glare as his shoulder is pressed, causing him to moan in pain.

"Ugh, just a walk. I wanted some fresh air, that's all, couldn't sleep!"

The pressure elevates when he grunts, as Minho stares at him intensely.

Suddenly the hand disappears as he falls down in a slump, catching his breath.

"A walk? Sure. But didn't I tell you to come to me when you couldn't sleep?!"

The rage was unjustified, but Jisung knew Minho didn't believe his lies.

He would be confronted, but for now he didn't want to appear nervous.

"Mhm, I just....felt like it. Also it has been a while since I took a walk like that."

Minho's eyes pierce through his head, and his figure only tends to get closer.

Jisung touches his back to the wall, when he feels a pair of lips, on the corner of his own.

He opens his eyes, to notice Minho who leaves small bites to his lips, before engulfing them.

"Mmm.....stop--"

"Shut up and just kiss me back!"

He lets his own lips move against Minho's, not being able to catch his wild speed.

Minho's hand lingers from his hips to his waist, sliding up to the back of his head, roughly grabbing a bunch of hair.

Jisung gulps as Minho's tongue licks the drool dripping down his chin, lips all red and angry.

Minho then smirks as he bit onto Jisung's earlobe, eliciting a soft moan out of the boy.

Jisung resists, but he is pulled into another sloppy kiss, Minho's hands gripping under his thighs, lifting him.

His back hits the wall as his hands go around the blonde's neck, tilting his head.

The kiss is broken, the two seperate.

"Why did you uh.....just...uh kiss me?...."

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